Imagination

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~Dust Sans

I woke up still in the anti-void, but this time Error was gone and the Sans was looking out into the Universe that Fresh had gotten into. I coughed to get his attention and he turned around. "Oh, you're awake. I didn't know Fresh could uh.... do that. Sorry..."


"Meh, Its cool. I don't care."

"Well uh Error is trying to Find Fresh right now, so..."

"Eh. Its his fault Papy is gone. Why would you think I'd care about that bastard right now." I got up and brushed myself off. 

"Uh, Error or Fresh?"

"BOTH."


"Ok. Who is this Papyrus you keep talking about anyway?"

"................................ He's......Papyrus. Yeah. Its that-uh simple. The Papyrus Fresh killed. MY Papyrus. He came back to me as a phantom because of Uhm.... I guess he didn't want me to be alone. Only I can see him. But now...he's gone...heheh. I-I don't care though.... I just hope he comes back when I leave this hell-hole. I'm gonna help Error find the idiot."


"O-ok.Thanks for telling me about him. I know it's... hard for you. I'll stay here. Error told me too anyway." 

"Mmmhm. Well, I'm off. Cya."

"B-bye..."

When I  was about to leave to look for Fresh and took a step out of the anti-void, sure enough, Papyrus came back. It was useless to hug him, so I just smiled and nodded, acknowledging his presence. I waved to the other Sans and left. 

When I saw Error in the hotlands, he was fighting with Fresh, just that he was back inside a Sans. I didn't care about this Sans because he didn't do anything for me, and I think Fresh knew that. When he saw me he jumped back and smiled. "Broski heya howsit goin! I know a secret that only u and I know!!! Guess I could consider it a weakness."


"Shut the fuck up."

Error backed away. Papyrus told me, "PLEASE be careful. I don't want you to die or get hurt."

"I'm FINE Paps."

Fresh stared. "SEE, there u go again, talkin to no one!  Like literally m8 there iz nothing thereeeeee! Like what r u doin, TALKIN to urself? Cuz thats what ur doin."

"I'm not doing that you fucking asshole, Papyrus is REAL. Only I can see him. He's...he's right here! R-right!" Papyrus nodded. 

"NOPE! Bruh nobody iz dere. U like killed one of my arms but u know wot its not like I'm pretending I have another one! Even if its growing back !" 

"Its not like that-"


"It is! It is is issssssa! I think... ur a physco!Tots insane! EVERY Peep does! When u like walk by they go all like, "Ooooh its the insane Sansy better not talk to HIM! Besides he has an imaginary fwend for him!'"

"THE FUCK JUST STOP JESUS WHAT ARE YOU DOI-"

"I am not stahppin cuz itsa true! Papyrus isn't real he's just a stupid imaginary broski!"

I Got out like 100 gaster blasters and fired. I don't know how, but he dodged them all except ONE which hit his leg, but then resorted back to telling me I was crazy.  Error then started doing the blasting for me while I got out my bone and charged. I grazed his head, but that was enough for his skull to get cracked. He stopped to look at it and I jumped him shoving my bone into his thigh. I laughed. "Who's the crazy one now, pissing me off?" 

"Uh, still you."

"...seriously. You've GOTTA be kiddin' me!!!! Well guess what, you are wrong! Its YOU You're the crazy one! HAHAAHHAAHHA!!! Now, what should I do first? RIP you apart or just slowly tear off all your limbs?"

Then I felt the strings wrapping around my legs again. I tripped and the strings wrapped around me entirely. "ERROR THE FUCK!!!!" He smiled. "As I said, He's MINE. I'll know what to do with him." 

I was in a rage. My eye glowed brighter than ever before as I tried to move. Fresh just sat and watched as I slightly grabbed one of the strings and pulled. It unraveled my arm. My arm was free now,  so I took the bone and cut the rest of the strings off, this time pouncing onto Error. 


What happened next was a blur. I just remember me laughing and stabbing, the other Sans popping up with Ink and pulling me off of Error, while Ink painted a cage around Fresh, and the other Sans holding me down as I kept shouting at the top of my lungs that Papyrus was real and that I needed to kill Fresh myself. Then I got knocked out. 



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